The Trap of Love Bockey Tengil

My husband's secret

My body trembled and immediately bowed its gaze as those sharp eyes took a peek at me. It was like looking at me from top to bottom. Very scared, I swear. Afraid of being asked things I can't answer.

Not all in-laws are evil, right? But ...

"You little boy, why would you want my three-headed son?" Finally the middle age woman asked after a chance to flinch and just looked at me long enough.

The same question that Rara was asking at the time - the day of my marriage.

Do I have to give the same answer that I said? But it seems to have a negative impact, because the one who asked this time was a woman who was my in-laws. It would be very chaotic if I let out my bar-bar attitude at the beginning of this meeting.

"So Nada said ..."

Ra, plis ...

Drrtt....

Whop! Congratuations. I almost died of lice for fear that Rara would complain to my answer at that time, to Madame Veronika. Rara had to leave for a while to answer the call of someone who had called her.

"I-i"

"Said Brother Gibran, he'll be home soon" Rara said after hanging up the phone. He walked, and sat back down.

"Darling, it's rude of you to cut the conversation!" Madame Veronika reminded.

Uh, wait! He's my in-law, when I have to call him madam. Okay, as a form of respect for my husband, I just call Mama. Bodo wants to do what I don't.

"Sorry, Ma." Rara lowered.

Then, Mama turned her eyes back to me.

"Continue!" tell Mama.

"I like Mas Gibran."

"Continue?"

My forehead winches.

"Continue?" Confused, I asked back.

"Other than that reason."

"Hmmm ..."

"I'm guessing you're still unstable. The reason marriage doesn't know. How will you take care of your husband? Your children will be? Be capable? Not afraid of babby blues?"

Lha, the weigh does not know the reason for marriage just said labile. And if you only knew, this marriage of me and Mas Gibran happened because of an accident.

Even though I like your son, but that does not mean the accident makes me happy because it can unite with Mas Gibran. Not completely. Because whatever ... ah, it's free too. Humans will not understand if they do not feel themselves.

"I'll learn."

Mama grunts.

"What do you think-"

Mam's speech was cut off by the sound of a main door suddenly opening. The three of us stood up when we found out who was coming.

"Good day, Mrs Veronika!" Gibran came home in one afternoon. I don't know what made the cold man skip work until he came home as good as he could.

The tall, well-built man walked gallantly with an ominous look-at the direction of the three women who were standing lined up in front of the guest sofa.

When I arrived in front, I saw something different from Mas Gibran's expression as he looked at his mother. Like there is a big wound hiding behind a sturdy body also looks sturdy.

"Gibran, are you home?" My mom was scared when she asked that.

"What do you need Mama to come here?"

And really Mas Gibrang is very good at changing the look of the face. With just a few seconds he returned flat and cold after showing the mama an unusual look.

"Mama wants to stay here for two weeks. Do you mind, my son?"

"No. Stay fully. Because tomorrow I'm going to Tangerang city with my wife."

Oh, how about tomorrow? I'm not asking for it next week. There should be five days left to get to Saturday.

"Visiting your in-laws?"

"true."

Aish, these two guys. It turned out that it was not just his cold and flat attitude. But their obrolon both sound stiff and bland like two strangers who just knew each other. Wat hepen, anyway? I became suspicious.

***

"If you don't comply with Mama's request this time, Mama will not hesitate to tell all the secrets about you to your boy's wife."

My steps stopped hearing those words. I pulled back the hand that almost touched the door handle that had been slightly open before.

I chose to peg at the door to steal the hearing of a mother's conversation with a son who was none other than my husband.

"Mama's threat won't work for me." Gibran spoke with great emphasis.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

"You're sure Nada won't leave you when she finds out that the man she loves is the son of a notorious billionaire and his mistress?"

The deg!

A deposit? Does that mean Mas Gibran was born of an illegitimate marriage?

"Curtain! My mom finally admitted it. Acknowledging that Mama was the third party between Papa's relationship with his first wife."

"You're sure your little wife won't hate you when she finds out that the husband she so coveted had a child from the womb of a paid woman?"

Jguar ...!!

My world is collapsing. Thousands of daggers pierced too deep right in the heart of my heart. Make it fall to pieces and fall apart.

My head turned until my vision began to fade. I can't focus anymore on stealing the conversation of two people who were inside Mas Gibran's study. I slowly closed the slightly open door.

I moved my body with a straight forward look. My lips shook, my tongue felt so faint that it could not make a sound even if it was just a word. The cells in my body seemed to be detached from my body. Weak helpless. Even now I can't stand on my own feet.

Almost the glass in my hand fell along with my body slumped behind the door when I heard the shocking confession of a woman who had not been in this house for 24 hours.

My chest felt tight like it was being squeezed by a huge, painful rock. Then, drop by drop of tears fell right into the glass of black coffee I made for Mas Gibran.

Apparently, the woman I call Mama did not just come alone. But he carried a handful of phrases that managed to make me almost lose my sanity when I found out.

God, why is my story so painful?

My shoulders began to shake as the swift tears kept flowing down my cheeks. Then, I bit my lower lip to not let out a cry so that the two people inside did not know where I was.

After this, I will pretend not to know, and behave accordingly, then slowly move away from their lives.

All are blinded by love.

I'll let you go, Mas Gibran. I'll let you fly free and perch on any flower you want and want. There's no reason for me to stay with you. Everything is more than just a wound. The wound you scratched so sweetly into my heart.

To Mrs Veronika, thank you for coming and telling me all the secrets.